The sky begins to cloak its face,
Removing every streak of red.
Above, two weary fliers trace
The way back to their bough-held bed.

A boy, awash with joy, returns
Soil-vested from a football field.
To celebrate the victory earned,
He swaggers with his pride revealed.

Along the lined tobacco stands,
Pen-pushers at long last release
Workloads with cigarettes in their hands,
Exhaling little rings of peace.

Now earthen lamps begin to glow
In homes–it’s time for evening prayer.
Sweet wafts of scented incense flow,
Cleansing the jaded summer air.

*****

‘A Summer Evening’ was first published in 3rd Wednesday.

Shamik Banerjee is a young poet from Assam, India where he resides with his parents. His poems have been published by The Society of Classical Poets, The Hypertexts, Third Wednesday, Thimble, Ink Sweat and Tears, Shot Glass, and The Pierian, among others.

Photo: “Purity and” by HumanityAshore is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 2.0.